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To no unwilling ears thy words
Appeal, Prometheus; and with nimble feet
Leaving our swiftly wafted seat
And holy ether, track of birds,
I to this rugged ground draw near;
Thy woes from first to last I fain would hear.
[Enter OCEANOS.]
To no unwilling ears thy words
Appeal, Prometheus; and with nimble feet
Leaving our swiftly wafted seat
And holy ether, track of birds,
I to this rugged ground draw near;
Thy woes from first to last I fain would hear.
OCEANOS
The goal of my long course at length I gain,
And come, Prometheus, to thy side.
This swift-winged bird without a bit I rein,
My will his only guide.
Compassion for thy fate, be sure, I feel;
Thereto the tie of kin constraineth me:
But blood apart, to no one would I deal
More honour than to thee.
That true my words thou soon shalt know;
No falsely glozing tongue is mine;
Come, how I may assist thee plainly show,
For than Oceanos a friend more leal
Thou ne'er shalt boast as thine.
The goal of my long course at length I gain,
And come, Prometheus, to thy side.
This swift-winged bird without a bit I rein,
My will his only guide.
Compassion for thy fate, be sure, I feel;
Thereto the tie of kin constraineth me:
But blood apart, to no one would I deal
More honour than to thee.
That true my words thou soon shalt know;
No falsely glozing tongue is mine;
Come, how I may assist thee plainly show,
For than Oceanos a friend more leal
Thou ne'er shalt boast as thine.
Prometheus Bound. Aeschylus. Anna Swanwick (Translator). London. 1886.
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Funding provided by European Social Fund Saxony.